I don't wanna get the best of you. Yo, yo. You put me on. I can't let, let him go no. Can't let you get, oh no. He has a little game that he plays. Clever little ways and a hot boy style.
(Jay-Z). I'm focused man. Tell Stout to holla at me man. Uh, young Hovah ya heard?. Trackmaster ya heard?. Yo, yes y'all and Jigga man be ballin'. Leave chicks pigeon-toed some of them be crawlin'.
I don't wanna get the best of you. Yo, yo. You put me on. I can't let, let him go no. Can't let you get, oh no. He has a little game that he plays. Clever little ways and a hot boy style.
Every little baby comes into the world. Reaching for an anchor, fingers tightly curled. Grasping for a reason without knowing why. We will cling to anything till the day we die.
(Words and Music by Twila Paris). Every little baby comes into the world. Reaching for an anchor, fingers tightly curled. Grasping for a reason without knowing why.